Chapter 141: A True Man

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Zhang Jun shouted at him, “How can you be like this? You have no humanity at all! We already told you—we’re only fleeing. We came here to escape; we’re not bad people.”

Click!

The crisp sound of a bullet being chambered rang out.

The next second—

Pew!

The man who had just been cursing loudly...

“Ziwei Mountain?” Ye Qing frowned, searching through the information he had stored about the various forces of the Abyss of Sin. Yet he found nothing about Ziwei Mountain, so he raised his head and looked toward Xuanxutian.

He had been deeply moved by Rong Yue. Though he was not as formidable as the Great One, he had his own faith and his own protection.

After her triumphant victory, Mu Yanxi was so delighted that her heart felt like a galloping horse, racing beneath the sky across a green prairie.

Sister Ning carried a bowl of lean pork congee into the bedroom. Mu Xiaojing had just finished bathing and was sitting before the dressing table, blowing on her dripping-wet hair.

Besides, you said Xu Sanlang was only twenty-three, yet he was already the father of four children. With his full beard, he looked especially old. Huo Xiangmei found the whole thing utterly absurd.

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The great tribes immediately dispatched countless experts to Chen territory, naturally intending to investigate this enormous, mysterious, and bizarre entity.

Han Xiaoxiao and Yan Dong’er lay on either side of Su Lin. Their pert buttocks and smooth backs were completely exposed to his view, and with the slightest lowering of his head, Su Lin could see the broad expanse of snowy whiteness at their chests.

Pan Qiuhui’s every reaction appeared perfectly natural to the others. If what she said was true, it instead made her seem magnanimous. At the very least, she had tolerated Sun Yin saying so much.

“Really? Yun Qian, you can cook? What dishes can you make?” Xiao Junran asked in surprise.

Jiang Fang took a puff from his water pipe and said, “Carry it into the earthenware jar and set it down properly. Then pour in the wheat bran and bury it.”

As the ship moved slowly forward, a person appeared in the air. The vessel then came to a stop.

However... he had failed to keep that promise. When Xiaojie brought up the matter, Kakashi’s expression immediately turned somewhat awkward.

Everyone was disappointed, though it was understandable. They were already quite satisfied to receive the standard spirit-jade payment. Yet Liu De’s next words rekindled the flame of hope within them and filled them with renewed expectations for the future.

One had to understand that Mu Feng’s axe carried a twenty-point damage bonus. It had hacked Lin Feng down to just fourteen health points.

There were more than a million people attending this Immortal Gathering. Apart from the cultivators who had turned into zombie-like beings, tens of thousands of people had fled from the Central Region to the Northern Region.

Every grain of sand had been transformed from a speck of his true body. The Ancestral Dragon had always treasured them beyond measure, and now that countless numbers had been annihilated, regret immediately filled his heart over having provoked the Empress Wa.

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“Damn it!” Ma Long could have dodged, but he was carrying a sixty-round machine gun in his arms, which made his movements considerably more cumbersome.

Now, whether he was Xiao Sorang or Xiao Qing, the long road of his life had only just taken its first step.

Moreover, its wings were practically ruined. Even if I withdrew my divine ability, there would be no need to fear it.

With a sudden swing of his hand, a powerful force surged from Long Ye’s arm and was transmitted into Zhao Qiuyu’s body.

Seeing the text message the other person had sent in reply, Du Min’s lips curved upward, and she immediately sent over her bank-card number.

Afterward, the Hu cavalry divided their forces in two. Half remained to guard the granary, while the other half occupied the city gates, waiting only for the main army to arrive.

The atmosphere seemed somewhat awkward. Shentu Qingge was still considering how to begin when, suddenly, a mobile phone began to ring.

Unlike now, she seemed to be confiding in Qin Moxuan about the longing she had felt during their long separation, as well as her fear of losing him.

Beside him sat a young man who looked somewhat restrained. He held a notebook in his hands, his body leaning slightly forward.

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